I was drinking with my friends, watching her dance the night away in her little dress. I sighed, turning away for a second when I heard a glass shatter. Nobody noticed, but I did. I looked over to see a boy, his hands all over her. My anger was boiling. I hated her.. why was I jealous? I always let my anger get the best of me. I stomped over to them and punched him across the face, instantly knocking him to the ground. I stood over him, glaring at him. ‘Don’t you fucking touch her again.’
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